Author: wordhabit

I used to think I had to save you. I made absolutely zero progress. I quit early on you. Wish I could remember how freeing that is each time I get back to this unhealthy space. But with you things were different. I’d already grown up a lot by the time you came along. By…

I used to think I had to save you. So when you walked into my office and invited me out for a late night coffee shop run, I became unsure of my place. I never knew exactly how to respond to your maturity and to your love. You had a much stronger hold on your…

I used to think I had to save you. Perhaps that began the morning your basketball coaches knocked on our classroom door, asking to speak with me. Was this normal? I didn’t know quite how to respond. They were tall, the senior of which wore a dark velour sweatsuit. That afternoon I asked Tom for…